As she looked into the ocean

Waves crashing against the shore

She thought of how the world was broken

Cause we always wanted more

She saw contentment in the sand

When the seafoam kissed it lightly

And wondered why we look ahead

Instead of living nightly

Because the shore lives in the moment

Knowing waves will come again

It does not fret or worry

About where the water’s been

So she let go of all her worries

And washed them in the waves

And began to find the joy

In such small consistent things